To feel or not to feel, that is the question--
whether 'tis liberating for me to accept
the anguish and pain of loss and express them
or to remain titanic and unwavering against a maelstrom of unchartered grief
and by "moving on", "let go".

To feel, to be strong --
No more; and by feeling, to break down
at your memory, then bittersweet yearning
that comes with missing you--
'Tis heartbreak
I do not wish to face.

To not feel, to be strong;
to be strong, but to become numb; aye, there's the catch,
For in vowing to remain standing,  what healing may never come
when knees do not kneel, and tears do not wash away sadness,
must make us realize. There's a purpose
that makes letting go of feelings, lead to truly "letting go".

For who really wants to cry so much of the time,
feel the sleepless, darkness of night and blinding, stifling day,
feel too weary to function, still having to,
feel the futility of desperate wishing
feel the confusion and anger of questions unanswered
feel our ignorance of the reality we must accept
and become the object of people's sympathetic replies,
the cacophony of advice we aren't ready for,
When we can comfort ourselves easily, though mistakenly,
with a dose of Apathy?

Who would succumb to the sad sea,
to taste and drown under the salty sting,
but that we may always have to struggle and tread water,
have a façade of relentless, but vain strength,
throbbing legs, arms, and breaths,
no shows of frailty, yet no moments of rest,
and continuing the futile fight against feeling
Than to sink peacefully and let the tears clear your vision?

Thus, tearful sorrow does make humans of us all,
and thus the nobility of stoicism
is marred by its heartless illusion of strength,
and the counterfeit acceptance of grief and loss
with this regard, become broken tears
and lose the strength for a weak, but winking hope.